Lyrics:
Well! It is a weeping and a moaning and a gnashing of teeth
It is a weeping and a moaning and a gnashing of teeth
When it comes to my sound which
handle that)
Used to love Soulja so much
It broke my heart so much
Found out he was a rat (You was a rat)
We die to never tell the 6 laws
Bro we live by
boy. I'm done -- past it.
Cause my microphone sample is in they silence,
Leaving, yeh suddenly need stabilizers.
Yeah wanted to battle me like
(nah)
Running through ink like I'm tattooing (yeah)
This is music to be murdered by, you love
Turn the volume up, I am fired up like a blunt
Bread is
(nah)
Running through ink like I'm tattooing (yeah)
This is music to be murdered by, you love
Turn the volume up, I am fired up like a blunt
Bread is
of segregation sing it
Black Lives matters
It matters
The irony of it, is that we all came from Africa
Now you acting like people of color didn’t back you up
Drop jewels so these falcons like the Maltese
Birds in the trunk so these keys, now they homin'
Letters and numbers on the Coupe like it's Roman
Woo,
like lunch to me
Now tell me I don't love my dogs
tell me I don't love my bitch
tell me we don't serve to be rich
this is way to easy
I'll tell succ my
of background on
The Blues and say what it is
Like, there are six cardinal colors
And colors have always come to
Signify more than simply
That particular shade
the grand prize
I'm entranced by your looks, come and give the Shady franchise a push
You can get it in a can like some Anheuser Busch
Jeans too small,
trying to fuck
(My shit hit like Old School R&B!)
We can play Minnie Riperton
We can turn on George Benson nem
Might rub you down to The Whispers
Might
feel like hell on Earth right now
Cops killing people and the people fight back, we on red alert right now
Look at the world right now
RIP to George
Bottle of claret for you if I'd realised
I'd forgotten all about it George, I'm sorry,
Will you forgive me?
Mmm yes
Number nine, number nine,
them
No weapons, just the skill of a pen
Keeping it like 10/10
It’s getting hard to tell the foes from the friends so switch benson
Tell these niggas
snows inside
Cannibal yeah man
A goat in goats clothing
And I eat curry goat
And rice and peas
Caught by the blue lights
Like a deer in the headlights
Gonna stay woke and walk
Don't tell me what to do
Dough tell me what to do
Wonder how I can rhyme like this
It is because it is the way like this
Sitting
us to break apart
She aim for the heart when she hit it's a dart
And I really like her cause shawty is smart
Tell me how did it end I thought it was
going on
Make it look like a lotta stealing going on
Boy them cops is killas in my home
Nigga shot dead in the middle of the street
I ain't no thief, I'm
And I know she wants me, I sense it
Yeah, I hop out of the coupe, it's not rented
My wrist is shining like motherfucking Ben 10
My show is not regular, no
No. Who are you mister? Yeah, how come all this?
Well, I'll tell you. It's like this... No let us tell you.
Mister Tom Jefferson, a mighty fine man.
With the electric soul shock, body rock and rolling
Take a David T walk to that corner liquor store
And mama wants a new pack of George Benson
And strange up here
No change up here
Forever
How still it is
How odd it is
And God, it is
So hot
I like the one in the light hat
Hello, George
ya'll got to hear
I'mma tell you like George Bush told me,
Fuck ya'll niggas, I'm out of here
[Chorus: T-Pain]
If you could you would get rid of me
What
it's time believe it or not
Old fashioned I'm still stashing the cash
And blasting any nigga wana play with that
Get the troops we gone Rally like we own
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